{*CHORUS*}
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[D] Ring ding [F] Ring ding
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[D] Ring ding [F] Ring ding
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[D] Ring ding [F] Ring king motherfuckers
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[D] Ring ding [F] Ring ding
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[D] Ring ding [F] Ring ding
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[D] Ring ding [F] Ring king motherfuckers
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[Billy Danze]
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Yo, I'm ringin bells across the nation, ain't nuttin changed
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Still hittin motherfuckers at point blank range
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If I ain't in it to win it I wouldn't be in it
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It's Billy Danze, here me kid? (Lil' Fame co-defendant)
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This little bastard can't be tamed, he's strange
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I wonder what the fuck be goin on through his brain
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Year of Def Jam while you're Cold Chillin
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Shorty wanted props in hip-hop cause he's the last villain
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[Lil' Fame]
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Aiyyo aiyyo stop the record {*needle*} What's my motherfuckin name?
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{*scratched: "Lil' Fame, Lil'-Lil' Fame"*}
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We ringin bells (ring ding) ring ding
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with that hardcore swing, Fame and Billy be doin the same thang
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The way, I'ma show you how
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motherfuckers jump up, them motherfuckers get down..
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Anybody that asks to battle
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you better pass, cause I'ma kick a bone out your ass
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A lot of people went and seen the movie "Posse"
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but ain't seen a real POSSE, until you seen the M.O.P.
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Chill kid, cause you gon' cause Fame to get fatal
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Smash and mash your monkey-ass like potatoes (uhh)
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You said it, you dead and, it ain't hard to tell kid
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M (fuckin) O (fuckin) P's ringin bells
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{*CHORUS*}
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[Lil' Fame]
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Yo, we makin moves while the herbs lookin silly
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Cause Bill and Fame'll really spark 'em down like a Phillie
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For real, when that nigga Bill starts to puff his Wheaties
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Niggaz calm down and play the wall like graffiti
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If I see, niggaz want it then I'ma give it to 'em
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Pull out the seventeen shot glock and I'ma do 'em
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Yo Bill, I think we gotta bring the ruckus..
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[Billy Danze]
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.. I'ma kill one of you motherfuckers
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Give me my propers (ring ding, there it is) Where it at?
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(Ring ding) All the (??) run each time we bust a cap
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(Everytime) we bust a rhyme (Everytime) we empty the clip
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(Everytime) we threw you a hit (Everytime) we split somebody shit
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Not really but illy is Fame and Billy and really you gotta know
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If it ain't the M.O.P. then check this and you gotta go
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Let me show you where I'm AT, cause I'm FAT
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Give me my propers after THAT, or I'll lay you on your fuckin back
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I leave you stumblin, niggaz know we're trouble when-
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-ever you see, M.O.P., G we be bubblin
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(Bill is a real nigga) Yeah Bill is a real nigga
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Come on now, you're fuckin round with a ill figure
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I'm ringin bells on top of the line, you're blind
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Stevie Wonder can see you niggaz can't fuck with me
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The Lord tested, me and mine finessed it
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Word is bond we got it goin on no need for stressin
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My 40's the drug, you see I'm the (?) then I'ma leave it alone
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I'm out, get witcha maggot-ass player homes
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Yo this one goin out to my motherfuckin nigga P-Lawn
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(Yeah, to my nigga nigga man)
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To my nigga Pit
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(My nigga Bo)
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That nigga McGruff
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(Prince Leroy, rest in peace)
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Spud McKenzie, rest in peace
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(To my brother Big Nal, rest in peace)
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Yeah.. M.O.P. up in the house!
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Billy Danze holdin it down, y'knahmsayin?
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My nigga Lil' Fame, Lazy Laze
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Boo Bang under the B's, Black Shawn, McGruff
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Shit, my whole Home Team kid
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Hill Figga Niggaz
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Goin out in a blaze, yeah
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Ring Ding
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| M.O.P. |
